Kindernothilfe Blog

Artikel vom 13. August 2010

“My name is Zadagai, my father’s name is Jilinder. We live in Touda Khazana, which is right at the bank of river Khazana. The night when the flood came was a nightmare for me and my family.

I was sleeping when I heard a loud noise. My father was shouting: ‘Wake up and run!’ I woke up and started weeping, because I was unable to understand what is going on. I only saw water, which was in the beginning up to my feet, but very soon I felt I was half drown. I asked my mother to help me. She gave me a hand and we started running towards the roadside to come out of our village, which was looking like itself a river.

Somehow we reached the road, but then my mother shouted for my brother Fida, because he was not with us. I saw my mother weeping terribly, all of us were weeping at that moment and my father was running madly and shouting ‘Fida! Fida!’ everywhere. It was dark and there were hundreds of people there, who were also searching their beloved ones. I thought this is the Day of Judgment.

The next morning I saw my brother’s body. He was killed by the flood. His body was found trapped in branches near the river bank. This was the saddest day of my life. Now we are like beggars looking for food and help. I hate floods.”

A boy was standing at the bank of a river while small waves gently touching, almost kissing his feet. He looked down and said: “You can kiss my feet a million times I will never ever forgive you for taking my loved ones”.

„My Name is Mazam Jan I am 65 years old. I lived with my son Shah Zaman who is married and has one little son, 3 years old Noorullah. Our village name is Louda U/C Nissata. When the flood hit our village we were sleeping and we never thought about it, because our village is about 2 km away of River Jindi.

In the beginning we had taken it normal, but soon the level of water increased and we started pulling water out of our house, but it was increasing and increasing. Then we decided to run, because half of our house was in the water. My family hardly saved anything, we only saved our lives.

Next morning we saw our house totally collapsed. All furniture and other goods are gone, only two half walls remained. That is the last sign of our small house.“

Little Usman, 5 years old , Farooque, 4 years old, and Sobia, 6 years old, lost their mother on night of 28th july 2010, when the flood hit their village Maira Prang located at the bank of river Jindi in District Charsadda.

„We have a 2-rooms-house and I was sleeping with my mother“, the little Sobia told. „Suddenly I heard loud noises like someone is shaking a big tree. I woke up and found all of my room under water. My mother took me in her lap and she was also holding my younger brother Farooque.

We came out of the house, but a huge wave of water kicked us like football and I saw our house melted in seconds and swept away. My mother held a broken door and was trying to swim to save us. My father who was carrying my brother Usman succeeded to get him reach a safe place. I and Farooque were sitting on the door which was held by my mother.

My father came to us after few minutes, now my father and mother both started pulling the door towards a upper bank to safe us, but all of the sudden a heavy wave came and my mother could not stands against it and floated away. We have not found her since then. We are so worried and sad. We lost everything, but we need only our mother back.“